Worry about the world
Probably keeping track of people’s genders and preferred pronouns.
Depression
It’s still storing my old landline home phone number.
Its storing the tune for Conga until I’m moments away from busting my nut and ruining my six hour goon.
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For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
There are motherfuckers out there now with NO idea what it was like potentially having to talk with a girl’s parents first, any time you wanted to call her
Me: “Hi, is Sarah there?” Her mum, voice away from the phone: “Oh, Sarah. Its a boy for you. Is this your new boyfriend?” Sarah in the back ground: “Mum, stop. I’ll take it up stairs.” Her dad: “Hello, who is this?” Me: "Eh, hello. This is Benny. Im phoning for Sarah. Her Dad: "What you phoning her for? Me: "Eh… Sarah in the nick of time: “DAD!!! HANG UP THE PHONE!!!”
Or after going out for a few weeks/months
Me: “Hi, Its Benny. Its Sarah there?” Her Dad: “Hold on.” Her Dad in the background with zero attempt to cover the mouth piece: “Sarah, that wee pricks on the phone for you again.” lol
My voice was high pitched enough that I got confused for a girl on the phone a lot. It helped in that scenario lol.
I remember when I called my then girl friend back in the days and possibly had to talk to her mom, dad, older brother or younger sister first 😬
Haha yep. The whole family was involved. I don’t even think it’s necessarily a bad thing, it’s definitely not comfortable but as long as you don’t have bad intent, it’s probably better that everyone has some kind of tabs on what’s going on, and you have to face up to justifying to them why and how you’re hanging out with their daughter.
Remembering what password and username goes where.
It’s buffer for security codes.
It’s trying to remember which end number I’m up to for this password.
The trick is to not use numbers. Use a tchotchke placed in a prominent place on your desk. My password changes frequently. The previous tchotchke was a goat pin, then a cactus figurine, then a binder clip. I just need to picture my desk and I know what the thing is.
And my desk is so cluttered it’s not clear what the special object is. (You know what they say: cluttered desk, cluttered mind. Empty desk…)
I use mine for ip addresses
40% of the time this:
VLCkeleton
doot doot mr skeltal ☠️🎺
It still has the ones I put in there 40 years ago.
Yep. Apparently I stuck those in some sort of super resilient long term storage.
Probably passwords. Though the brain is what we call plastic, as in it can take any on lots of roles and those exact neurons could do any number of things… or, you know, nothing at all.
Not too dissimilar from a file system that’s lost it’s index but probably still has some 1s and 0s, which is true of most of your lost memories, probably.
I still remember the phone numbers for my friend’s house from 1st - 5th grade and my ex from high school’s home and cell number.
Something absolutely useless like names of bands and songs from the 80’s and 90’s that i vehemently hated or names of obscure porn stars from 70’s to 90’s
Poor brain, I’m so sorry for you. You deserved better.
